In Penketh there once lived a potter
Who knew a lot more than he oughta.
He knew about strife
'Cos he lived with his wife,
Some grandkids and a son and a daughter.
The potter, his wife and grand daughter all went off to The Trafford Centre as the rest of the family had gone travelling abroad. So we treated ourselves and ate a hearty meal at the Cafe Rouge and thought up this little Limerick after a glass of wine.....hic!
a bit of a daft one this week....but into each life a little madness must fall!
This is for dVerse OpenLinkNight week 45